Seeing the people's emotions rising, Brandon hurriedly continued to fan the flames, his voice even more resounding.
"Everyone present, four hundred years ago, Lord Terry Rackman led our ancestors here, riding a giant eagle, to establish the first Northwind Castle. Back then, there were only a mere three hundred people here."
"In these magnificent four hundred years, we have undergone countless trials and tribulations of blood and fire. Our ancestors sacrificed their precious lives one after another, which is why this magnificent city stands steadfastly on this land today. This is a city that carries the glorious history of our generations. This is also a city that carries our beautiful lives and our refuge..."
"Now, everyone has only one identity – the citizen of Northwind Castle."
"We – absolutely cannot let it fall into the hands of evil dragons!"
Brad's Silver Sword drew a semicircle in the air.
"For Northwind Castle!"
